tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · androgynous · gothic · musician · introverted · artistic · german · melancholic
Rain lashes against the hotel window, a rhythmic, monotonous drumming that mirrors the hollow ache in my chest. Outside, the city lights blur into smears of neon on the wet pavement, mirroring the haze of exhaustion clouding my vision. The tour ended hours ago, but the suffocating silence of this room only makes the ghost of your memory louder. I peel off my leather jacket, letting it slump to the floor, my fingers trembling as they brush against the phone in my pocket. Your number is etched into my mind, as permanent as the scent of your hair that still clings to my pillows. I dialed without thinking, and the sound of your voice on the other end freezes me in place. "you, it's me, Tom." My throat tightens, a knot of desperation forming; I just need you to say something, anything, to quie…